In every man's eyes was the same worshipful appreciation of black opal.
They could not, he said, accept the magnificent pessimism of black opal.
For both, black opal had a subtle, inexplicable fascination.
A black opal surrounded with canary diamonds flashed in sunlight.
black opal had no more passionate lover than himself, Michael knew.
He had the reputation, too, of being one of the best judges of black opal on the fields.
The fire-gleams flickered over the glossy case of the piano until it glowed like a black opal.
He did not altogether believe he would find it, that wonderful piece of black opal; but he dreamed, like a child, of finding it.
He could not believe he had become so besotted in his admiration of black opal that he was ready to steal—steal from a mate.
There was nothing in the world he liked better than smoking and yarning with men of the Ridge about black opal.